Where Braving Angry Winters Storms Lyrics

              Where, Braving Angry Winter's Storms
                         (Robert Burns)

Where, braving angry winter's storms,
   The lofty Ochils rise,
Far in their shade my Peggy's charms
   First blest my wondering eyes:

As one who by some savage stream
   A lonely gem surveys,
Astonish'd doubly, marks its beam
   With art's most polish'd blaze.

Blest be the wild, sequester'd glade,
   And blest the day and hour,
Where Peggy's charms I first survey'd,
   When first I felt their pow'r!

The tyrant Death, with prim control
  May seize my fleeting breath,
But tearing Peggy from my soul
  Must be a stronger death.

@Scots @seasonal @weather
tune: Neil Gow's lament for Abercairny (182)
filename[ BRVWNSTM
play.exe BRVWNSTM
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